Dictated Dialogue
It’s crazy time at university
first term final essays due
students are scurrying bees busy
checking references facts never knew.
Writing stereo-typical answers
making lecturers more brilliantly blue
these are research required formats
that which all rabid mind-clogs do.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One book at a time... though I'm usually doing the research for others while I'm writing, but that sort of research is fairly desultory and I like to stick to the book being written - and writing a book concentrates the mind so the research is more productive.
quote by Bernard Cornwell
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I have to do more close research and fact checking for the science fiction. This is not however to say that writing good fantasy does not involve doing good research.
quote by Sarah Zettel
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If A Man Answers
(toby keith/chuck cannon)
You said you need a little time
A little time to yourself
Im staring down this telephone wonderin
There might be someone else
If a man answers when I call
Ill just hang up, I wont say anything at all
If a man answers I know what Ill do
Ill lie here awake so I dont dream about you
If a man answers this time of night
At least Ill know somebodys holding you tight
If a man answers I wont call again
And Ill know where I stand while I twist in the wind
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
I just gotta tell you girl
Maybe somehow make you see
How much I want you to come back to me
But if a man answers youll never know
Hell let you sleep while I let you go
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers youll never know
If a man answers Ill let you go
If a man answers this time of night
If a man answers hes holding you tight
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, oh if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Hang My Head (Revised)
A slightly disorientated alien on a strange
every-morning planet, convinced I am in the
wrong place, so busy with wholly irrelevant
activities - feeling unwelcome
My office role confused - kept in solitary
confinement on meaningless research, key
is "meaningless" - this is another's life, it
cannot be mine, no imagination required
Add one fanciful notion and an ethical principle
of faithfulness to original text is compromised,
looking up financial terms, checking every verb,
uselessly comparing alternatives -
I hang my head and cry…
[ORIGINAL: ]
Slightly disorientated every morning like
an alien on a strange planet, convinced
I am in the wrong place, busy with totally
irrelevant activities - feeling unwelcome
Confused about my role in the office - in
solitary confinement to do meaningless
research, the key word - meaningless -
this must be another's life, it cannot be
mine, no imagination required - in fact
Add one fanciful notion and the ethical
principle of faithfulness to the original
boring text is compromised, looking up
financial terms, checking every verb,
comparing alternatives
I hang my head and cry…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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In the war, most young men were inducted into the armed forces at the age of 17. A group of students was permitted to attend university before taking part in wartime research projects.
quote by John Pople
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Writing about loneliness requires sincerity and flames as the same frequency is required at the other opposite pole, the crazy and beautiful ecstasy of life - love.
It is the only plausible place under the sun and at the same time under the stars of the blue nights.
Camelia Oprița in I pray to the sun to open the gates of the world to me (5 May 2019)
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Having A Good Time
Me and my buddies were going to get drunk
Were going to go out on the town
Well be checking it out, slipping it in
And stepping out of line
You know everybody likes to get a little crazy
In their own particular way
But my buddies and I we go over the top
And were going over again today
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
You know its a rock and roll pastime
It might be typical, topical or maybe tropical
That doesnt mean anything
If youre political, practical
Then its improbable, that you do anything
But me and my buddies we like to go crazy
We like to go over the hill
Hey, woman will you be there, because my buddies and I will
Having a good time
Passing the by-line
Well be having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Hey, snowy...play a bit for me
That was snowy white
And he likes err...it in the night
The next to play
I must say, is scott gorham
And away...
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Lets play that one more time
Hit me with that drum brian
Hit me as hard as you can
Oh yes, thats they way I like it
Do it again, do it again, lets do it again
Having a good time
Oh yes I like this
Having a good time
Typical, topical, who cares?
Having a good time
Political, practical, impossible
Having a good time
Dont ask me why jack?
Having a good time
Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho!
Having a good time
Having a wild time
Having a good time
Im slipping on the inside
Having a good time
Thats fine having a good time
Having a good time
Drinking beaujolais
No that doesnt rhyme
Having a good time
Im talking from the top of my head
Having a good time
To the bottom of your soul
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Gravel in Our Eye
When we look not with our eyes
convince oneself of the impossible
typical gravel turns into motorways
without tyres we saw ourselves as cars
eyes glazed paved speed of reckoning
just as rubber tearing at bitumen
convinced we will get to there [that isn't here]
at trips end we find ourselves a typical mob
typical gravel looks like typical gravel
as we stoop out of the beat-up ute
our eye catches the side-mirror
stymied by our shoes that crunch
making familiar sounds on typical gravel
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Feelings: Checking Us, Whatever I Say
Checking Us
A white notice board against the wall with the
strict injunction write everything down, I don’t
want any surprises this year, every test, every
project, every event, every essay – thus keeping
us permanently focused on the things we detest
I prefer to forget the Expo of 18 June, cannot
help in a research project for natural science,
count me out, I refuse to try again – the only nice
thing is Nici drawing a flower writing LOVE YOU!
and the pictures she pasted - a leopard
An ostrich and a butterfly, I secretly mounted
a poster of fairies on the wall behind your back
as you play games on the PC, checking us to see
whether we are busy with homework and
business projects…
Whatever I Say, You’re Opposed To
I love living with a despot
especially with a benevolent
one
It is so much fun to oppose
such a despot and try to be
us
Two kids and me trying to make
our own life, meeting your demands
while
All the time living our own
lives – I read the newspapers
MY way
Must just remember to never
share my thoughts with
you – because
Whatever I say, you’re
opposed to, as long as
I keep
My mouth shut, my
opinions to myself, you
are
The most marvelous
guy!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Piazza Liberta
[Piazza Liberta]
Trieste. Of my February foggy white dense
a student, to expect this term to finish
You kept me in your spiritual shrine's sense
first year in the University, time to diminish.
I am waiting! Even if I knew you 'll never be
of my exclusion in this fog's heart wedges
My margin of this February will write, maybe
of your beloved one, the waves of souls edges.
(I made an acquaintance with sailors
of a cargo-boat, they tell me stories
about terrible typhoons, wild sharks
of Indian Ocean, routes upon maps.)
In three months I learned the language well
And every night, February's visitor you were
Ideally solitaire of my life's kind dream
keeping me company, a light that will never beam.
February, fog, people walk in Piazza Liberta
a trattoria, company of students, of you I think
I am writing this letter; you, of my words trace,
inside the fog, are calling me, with an embrace.
-
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Love In Stereo
First time I went to California
Couldn't believe my eyes
Skirts were so short
Nights were so long
Thought that I would probably die, yeah
Fresh out of Luckenbach, Texas
I didn't expect that pair
Both of them had one thing on their mind
Both of them were willing to share
I never had to women before
But i'm an open minded person
So baby lock that door
We're loving in stereo
Its love
Love in stereo
Ohh, how can anything feel so good?
Loving from the bottom
Loving from the top
Loving from the left and the right
Well I'm a lover not a fighter
But it looks like I'm gonna have to fight
To keep from losing my mind, mind mind
I never had two women before
But I'm an open minded person
So baby lock that door
It's love in stereo
Well first time I went to California
I couldn't believe my eyes
Skirts were so short
Nights were so long
Girls were coming two at a time
Yeah love
We're loving in stereo
And it's love
It's love in stereo
And it's love
Ooh ooh, we're loving in stereo
And it's love
How can anything feel so good?
It's love in stereo
song performed by by Warrant
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She Drives Me Crazy (feat. Zucchero)
I can't help the way I feel
Things you do don't seem so real
Tell me what you got in mind
'Cause we're runnin' out of time
Won't you ever set me free
This waitin' 'round is killin' me
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
I can't get any rest
People say I'm obsessed
Everything you say is lies
But to me there's no surprise
What I have, I knew was true
Things go wrong, they always do
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself, no
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
I won't make it on my own
No one likes to be alone
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
I can't help myself
She drives me crazy
Drives me crazy
Like no one else
You know she drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
Oh myself
She drives me crazy, oh yes
Like no one else, no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Your Boyfriend or me chose
One look and I smile
I feel so right with you
So why Am I so blue
This Confusion is tearing me apart
im just crazy for you your stuck in my mind
because your just so fine
the time we spend apart turns slow
each second im with you time flys faster then the other
Till I have to take you home
So why am I sitting here alone thinking of you
I must be a crazy fool
The fact that im writing something youll never see makes me think of how pointless this could be.
I just hope you feel the same way
if in the end my choice was the demise
59 Action
Grey sea and grey skies are one... yet does the sudden
crimson sailed boat give hope and perspective.as it defines
the horizon where the sun will be rising.
--
(to the graduates of Ohio State... may the students and alumni
end primate, dog, cat, horse, mouse, cow, pig, sheep and all other
university research and slaughter.. including the course in mice spine
breaking.... see Physicians' Comm. For Responsible Medicine...
and Protect Our Earth Treasures, Poetwill)
(Alex Pacheco, cofounder of PETA, is a graduate of Ohio State,
May this university once again be committed to low tuition as it is
to high standards)
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Reflection
2 sevens together
Like time, indefinite
Trying to catch the glass
Before it falls
Without a frown
Can you turn up the stereo?
I wanna play you this old song about love (is it about love?)
Can I do that?
Did we remember to water the plants today?
I forgot to look up at the moon because
I was too busy, said I was too busy
I was too busy
Looking at you babe
Still it's nice to know
That, uh when bodies wear out
We can get another
What does that one thing have to do with the other one?
I don't know
I was just thinking about my mother
You know what
Turn the stereo back down
Ain't nothing worse than an old worn out love song
Tell me do you like my hair this way
Remember all the way back in the day
When we would compare who's afro was the roundest
Mirrored tiles above the bed
Fishing nets and posters all over the wall
Oh yes, sometimes
Sometimes i just wanna go sit out on the stool
And uh... play my guitar
Just watch all... all the cars go by...
song performed by by Prince
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A Chat With A Lady Lawyer Invisible On The Other Line
u online? (no answer)
i know you're on line (no answer, deadma)
how u been? busy? how is your new house?
and your kids? and your husband?
(he left you or u junked him?)
he left you, ok, he left you,
and don't bother asking,
i am not asking, (but i am interested
because i may say, he is my friend
at least once in those summer seminars
in physics,1980, long time ago, when
i really think he is straight and religious
and well composed, and calm and
cautious, but you finally revealed, he's on drugs
left you for a woman not of your level
or caliber, but enough with pain,
and misery, i will shift to oher things)
and how is your career? making more money
with your university research and writing
and lawyering at the same time,
coping up with motherhood, and other
important matters in your life?
you snobbed me, and you told me
when i ask you if you know this lady judge
who is married to a school mate and you
said you know her, and you do not want to
be disturbed as your boyfriend is with you
and having a good time on that time of the
day,
and you think i believe you? shall i swallow you hook, line and sinker?
i like to, but i don't really, you are just
mad about life, and you finally shut your mouth
hide in a shell, keep your fences high, and
declare to the world, this manifesto, that you are not talking
to anybody,
to include me, and i perfectly understand,
and so here i am talking to myself, because
you prefer to be invisible, suffer alone and
have more time, to think, to be yourself,
and just be plain woman of the soul and body,
looking for openings
somewhere, to be free, to be honest, in the pursuit of happiness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stereo
Written by gerry beckley and jimmy webb, 1984
Found on perspective.
Stereo
We hear both sides
We sympathize
We live our lives in stereo
The left and the right
The dark and the light
We wrestle with the balance
We change our tone
We leave our phone
And tape record our absence
In lovin memory
Stereo
Were livin it in stereo
We fix it so our love is high fidelity
Mix it so we never lose the melody
We try to equalize our lives in stereo
So on we go
From side to side
As we divide
A single life in stereo
The far and the wide
We override
The feedback from the others
The unkind phrase
We lock in phase
Were only really listening to the stereo
Stereo
Were livin it in stereo
We tune it till we have a perfect parody
Commune with such a fine-cut, crystal clarity
It seems to symbolize
Our lives in stereo
Oo (la, la, la, la, la, la), yeah, yeah, yeah
Oo (la, la, la, la, la, la), yeah, yeah, yeah
Oo (la, la, la, la-a)
Stereo
Stereo
We fix it so our love is high fidelity
Mix it so we never lose the melody
We try to equalize our lives in stereo
Stereo
Stereo
We fix it so our love is high fidelity
Mix it so we never lose the melody
We try to equalize our lives in stereo
song performed by by America
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She Drives Me Crazy
I cant stop
The way I feel
Things you do
Dont seem real
Tell you what I got in mind
cause were runnin out of time
Wont you ever set me free?
This waitin rounds killin me
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I cant help myself
I cant get
Any rest
People say
Im obsessed
Everything thats serious lasts
But to me theres no surprise
What I have, I knew was true
Things go wrong, they always do
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I cant help myself
I wont make it,
On my own
No on likes,
To be alone
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I cant help myself
Uh huh huh
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I cant help myself
Uh huh huh
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I cant help myself
song performed by by Fine Young Cannibals
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It was just there
It was at the dance floor
under the Neelsie,
where I saw her sokkie
and every movement
was perfect.
When she walked to me
her long blonde hair,
was made in a French plait
and I was captured by her bright blue eyes.
There was something especially beautiful to her,
but suddenly my feet were made of lead
and I could almost not speak
or even move.
From somewhere she knew,
maybe out of another life
or another time,
that we were destined to dance.
Of sokkie I knew nothing,
but along with her
every movement was just there.
[References: Neelsie=> Stellenbosch University’s Neelsie student centre. Sokkie=> ”a Sokkie is a social dance with a partner. The word sokkie refers to the way people dance in their socks, without shoes. This is not always the case, but this type of dancing is always called sokkie. Folklore has it that this type of dancing was taken from the American style: Sock-Hop”]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The University is a Mecca to which students come with something less than perfect faith. It is important that students bring a certain ragamuffin, barefoot irreverence to their studies they are not here to worship what is know, but to question it.
quote by Jacob Chanowski
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